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The Smashing Pumpkins HeartDisarm you with a smile and cut you like you want me to cut that little child inside of me and such a part of you.The Smashing Pumpkins HeartDisarm you with a smile and leave you like they left me here to wither in denial the bitterness of one who's left alone.The Smashing Pumpkins Heart

Monday, October 30, 2006



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Pumpkin Whatever it is that you will see or hear or read from all the things presented in this site which does not conform with your principles in life or your personal beliefs even with your musical understanding, has nothing to do with the integrity of my spiritual direction. I'm just visiting the old days and I thought that maybe, you too were part of the musical beauty and wonders of the past, and that somehow from all of this, we'll find each other and connect the string which were once cut and partly forgotten because of all the years that passed and hoping you'll try to relate with the music and stuffs written here and in a way help you in remembering some old friends, families, faded loves, people, places and events. Enjoy your stay! Pumpkin

Join me in a cup of coffee

Some blisters revealed.....

As I was writing this on drafts, I was also having a cup of coffee and imagining things and thinking some good and bright ideas about bicycling and duties and other stuffs. If I could find time later since I don't have a PC of my own, I'd go typing on PC rental shop and posts this in 30 minutes out of a P10 budget. That's the joy of beeing poor and living in some depressed area, although you don't have a lot of money and beautiful things of this world, you have stuffs within yourself like nice thoughts and good ideas which you can use for connecting to other people. Or greeting someone with an encouragement of a simple pat on the back. Believe it or not, I don't even have a cellular phone. Job? Who needs a job when no one accepts you? But, I do survive using good and bright ideas. What do I have then? A pink bicycle which I use to travel around town and pedaling here and there, some music tapes, this blogsite you're visiting, old memories, Brethrens, Families, and Friends. People and things which reminds me of, "Hey, you're much better!" What an encouragement prep, talking to myself. Anyway, from all this things, there is a "Light" which me and all the Brethrens know and hoping to see at the end of the long and narrow and winding road.

Last week before the "Let the dead bury their dead" rants was written, I've made some researching on the pages of "Believer" magazine's first issue. Got some ideas but didn't materialize due to hectic schedules. "Bury their dead" was written like a camera flash snapping in the dead of the night. Then Thanksgiving(Saturday) came and met face to face with a young lady, one of my mentors in this blog-making thing. She is Batangweirdo and she voted this blogsite for Filipino Blog of The Week (Week 27) voting game and made it to 4th place.

Voting Box for Filipino Blog of The Week (Week 27)

A big "Thanks!" to those people who already voted this blogsite including Batangweirdo.

Last night, I've discovered Myembrolang's real identity. My first time in her blogsite was last May. The time when I was still in my blog-making formative days. And in those days, her comment box entries tells about curiousity. Lots of entrants puzzled about her identity. Even Tadakatsu(spilled to me) wanted to know who is Myembrolang. I don't know why, maybe because they're both using "Pot" and "Singko" templates on their blogsites.(Laughs!) But, I know now that Myembrolang once had a dog with dollar sign spots and calling Myembrolang on her surname is null and void. With the rainy season, give Myembrolang an umbrella and you will get a hard time, and if you're lucky, you'll end up on her blogsite stories along with her photos, crafts and crayons.(esep!esep!laughs!)

Anyway, here's a song set on a cartoon video about people getting harsh with themselves. About people who won't accept realities in life. About people who carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. A song from R.E.M. or Rapid Eye Movement. A rockwave band in the 80's who gave us the tune "It's The End of The World (I feel fine)," "I Remember California," "Driver 8," "Stand," "The One I Love," "Orange Crush," "Superman," and "Losing My Religion." Off their 1988 "Green" album, here's an R.E.M. song called "World Leader Pretend."


Green Vinyl

World Leader Pretend
R.E.M.

I sit at my table and wage war on myself
It seems like it's all...it's all for nothing
I know the barricades, and
I know the mortar in the wall breaks
I recognize the weapons, I used them well

This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the wall, and I will be the one to knock it down

I've a rich understanding of my finest defenses
I proclaim that claims are left unstated,
I demand a rematch
I decree a stalemate
I divine my deeper motives
I recognize the weapons
I've practiced them well. I fitted them myself

It's amazing what devices you can sympathize...empathize
This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the walls, and I will be the one to knock it down

Reach out for me and hold me tight. Hold that memory
Let my machine talk to me. Let my machine talk to me

This is my world
And I am the world leader pretend
This is my life
And this is my time
I have been given the freedom
To do as I see fit
It's high time I've razed the walls
That I've constructed

It's amazing what devices you can sympathize...emapathize
This is my mistake. Let me make it good
I raised the walls, and I will be the one to knock it down

You fill in the mortar. You fill in the harmony
You fill in the mortar. I raised the walls
And I'm the only one
I will be the one to knock it down


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Wednesday, October 25, 2006



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Pumpkin Whatever it is that you will see or hear or read from all the things presented in this site which does not conform with your principles in life or your personal beliefs even with your musical understanding, has nothing to do with the integrity of my spiritual direction. I'm just visiting the old days and I thought that maybe, you too were part of the musical beauty and wonders of the past, and that somehow from all of this, we'll find each other and connect the string which were once cut and partly forgotten because of all the years that passed and hoping you'll try to relate with the music and stuffs written here and in a way help you in remembering some old friends, families, faded loves, people, places and events. Enjoy your stay! Pumpkin

Let the dead bury their dead (Part 1).....

microdot sleeve: An old saying: A-anhin pa ang damo kung patay na ang kabayo?

Six feet under with hypocrisy.

Earlier this afternoon at Mcdo, while fumbling on my things just after I arrived, I've learned that Bro. Leon and Bro. Nilo were watching something on The Crime Suspense channel. It was a story about three bank robbers caught in a security camera of the bank they were robbing. Wearing jackets and masks with rifles in their hands, they did it and got away with a lot of money. But later with the investigation, they were caught, faced trials and sentenced with life terms. How? A witness lead the investigators to one of the robbers. "Who's the witness?", you asks. Not, "Who?" but "What?" A pair of jeans which one of the bank robbers wearing during the heist. Nice investigative work. Reminds me of the serial killer and the investigator days. Then I've changed channels and found "Cujo." A classic horror film based on the novel (a pocket book which I once had) of Stephen King. A film about a dog beaten by some bats and went berserk.

Jim Morrison's grave

Anyway, next week will be All Saint's Day and All Soul's Day. There will be a lot of flowers, candles and prayers for the departed. And I'm glad I will never be a part of that old tradition when people visit their departed friends and families graves.

Think about this.....

Do dead people need prayers?

Do dead people need those candles and flowers?

Imagine this.....

A man had sinned for all his life, and after he died, people would go and pray for him.

Will he be save by other people's prayers?

With all those flowers which people called respect, will do nothing for the dead. People should respect their lovedones when they are still alive and people should pray for the living and not the dead. There are two things which I still remember from that old tradition beside people's hypocrisy or culture of pretense: kite flying and an old tree in a cemetery where I carved some thoughts from the heart.

Here's Daniel Johns and the rest of Silverchair. Three kids from Australia who made it to the top. They were just sixteen years old when their debut album "Frogstomp" was released in 1995. I remember some years ago, they did a show here in the Philippines at the U.P. theater. Off their 1996 album "Freak Show," here's "Cemetery," a song about a phone call away, about an escort service and the red light district. Plus a bonus video "Tomorrow" from their 1995 debut album "Frogstomp."


Freak Show Vinyl

Cemetery
Daniel Johns
Silverchair


Need a change
Not to imitate
But to irritate
All the ones who hate

I may be late
Always seem to get the wrong date
Well, I guess it's fate

I live in a cemetery
Full of good will and integrity
You see, I have no specialty

Here's your warning
I'll give you click click boom

I live in a cemetery
I need a change
Not to imitate
But to irritate

I live in a cemetery





Frogstomp vinyl

Tomorrow
Daniel Johns
Silverchair


It's twelve o'clock, and it's a wonderful day.
I know you hate me, but I'll ask anyway.
Won't you come with me, to a place in a little town.

The only way to get there's to go straight down.
There's no bathroom, and there is no sink.
The water out of the tap is very, hard to drink,
Very hard to drink.

You, wait 'til tomorrow
You, wait 'til tomorrow

You say that money, isn't everything,
But I'd like to see you live without it.
You think you can keep on going living like a king.
Oohh babe, but I strongly doubt it.

Very hard to drink.

You gonna wait 'til, fat boy,
Fat boy, wait until tomorrow

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